It didn't take long for Jon to drift off to sleep, no matter how weird seeing his mother in a mini skirt had been. The bed was warm, the hospital was uncharacteristically quiet, and the orgasm he'd had earlier had left him extremely exhausted. In a matter of moments his eyes had shut and he was softly snoring.
His dreams were filled with a strange mixture of warm, happy feelings of family, friendship and love, mixed with highly erotic sexual scenarios. One dream had him eating a Thanksgiving meal with his whole extended family, looking from person to person around the table with love, all the while experiencing a blow-job under the table from his sister Zoe, who was dressed as a Playboy bunny. Another had him opening presents on Christmas morning as a child, but every time he'd thank someone for giving him the gift he was opening, their clothes would turn into something from a Victoria's Secret advertisement.
Had he been awake he would have thought these dreams very strange, but since a lucid dreamer he was not, his subconscious mind just went along with every one as if it were the most natural thing.
Only when he was experiencing a dream-lap-dance from his grandmother's head on a stripper's body did he wake up to see the doctor in the room staring at his morning wood. The greying man had a look of astonishment on his face as he eyed the tenting bedsheet that covered our hero. Noticing that Jon was awake, he quickly scribbled something on the chart he held in his hand, cleared his throat, and excused himself, muttering about something he had to go take care of.
The dreams quickly fading from his mind, Jon wondered why he was so horny, and hoped that he'd have a nurse visit soon.
